The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

Thinking of the fire sword, Master Lan's heart hurt a lot. There were only nine artifacts born on the mainland. He spent the hard work of most of his life, and he got this by chance. Quiet sword.

When making a decision to give Feng Lingran, Master Lan's heart seemed to be cut by a knife, and blood was in pain.

but……

Mr. Lan is also very clear that his family can grow up completely because of the blessing of Lan Guifei. Although it seems that the scenery is infinite on the surface, his companion is like a tiger, not to mention whether the emperor can pamper Lan Guifei’s life One hundred years later, a generation of new emperors ascending the throne must inevitably cultivate the new emperor's own new forces.

In this way, it is also necessary to weaken the forces developed by the Lan people.

In the deep palace, this is the struggle between women and women. Now that the blue princess has many sacred pets, will she not be jealous of the queen and other concubines?

Lan Guifei didn't give birth to a dragon, only a princess. This future throne has nothing to do with Lan Guifei's children.

Master Lan's heart is very transparent, so he will endure the pain and cut the love, giving the fire dragon sword to Feng Lingran, and wooing the grandfather of the Phoenix family.

Shan Yulong Ting is the son of the queen. He has a good relationship with Feng Shaotang, the young master. Lan Lan can no longer draw Feng Shaotang, he can only move his mind to Feng Lingran. After Lan Feng saw Feng Lingran Suddenly, he felt that his decision was correct. Feng Lingran had a natural kingly spirit, and it was impossible for a person with such momentum to succumb to others.

So, that is to say, it is impossible for Feng Lingran to surrender to Feng Shaotang, then the real master of the Feng family in the future may be changed, and will be replaced by Feng Lingran.

Mr. Lan tightened his fingers in his sleeve, and his eyes were clever. Jer had become a student of Jiu Shengxiao. The Lan family was protected by Jiu Shengxiao, and he only owed the shareholder style of the Feng nationality. After being bought, the Lan tribe grows and is just around the corner.

Jiehua Village.

Xiao Xi handed her blood to Aunt Song. When she saw Aunt Song's surprised look, Xiao Xi's mouth showed a smile: "Mother, Dad has been saved. I'll invite Nan Huajun to come now."

Aunt Song wept with joy, carrying a bowl of warm blood, and she held it in her arms like a treasure: "Well, good boy."

Xiao Xi shattered the aura in his palm, and soon, Nan Huajun came.

Xiao Xi stood at the door and waited to see Nan Huajun coming from the sky, as if walking on an auspicious cloud, holy cuffs fluttering, robe rolling like snow and waves, excellent appearance, elegant style, Xiao Xi's pure spirit The eyes looked at him like a bright eye.

Nan Huajun stopped in front of Xiao Xi, his eyes were clear and clear, like a mountain of snow, without adding a little impurities, this kind of eyes was gentle and comfortable.

Nuer knew the character Nan Huajun. Nan Huajun was there in the last selection of beautiful men. It was just that he was persecuted by Nangong. His heart was full of resentment. Even if the heavenly god came, Nuer would not pay attention.

This time it was considered that Nuer really met Nan Huajun, somehow?Although Nan Huajun put all his eyes on Xiao Xi as soon as he came, Nuer didn't hate Nan Huajun's look at Xiao Xi at all, perhaps because Nan Huajun's eyes were too open and Tsinghua, even in the eyes The exquisite pieces of light and gentleness are so clean.

"With blood, Nan Huajun, I have to trouble you again." Xiao Xi's cheeks were slightly reddish. I wonder if Song Pingyong was saved because he was excited.Still trouble Nan Huajun again, she is a little embarrassed?

"Okay." Nan Huajun's voice was very gentle, and the fine shimmers in his eyes flashed over spoiling. This strange light flashed too fast, and neither Nuer nor Xiao Xi found it.

With the help of Nan Huajun, the seven bowls of blood quickly integrated into Song Pingyong's body. His original stiff and temperature-free skin gradually recovered the flexibility and temperature that he should have.

Nan Huajun raised Song Pingyong's arm himself. In order for Song Pingyong to recover faster, he did not hesitate to spend his aura to Song Pingyong.

Nan Huajun’s actions shocked Song Pingyong. Although he was a rough man, he also knew that Reiki is precious to practitioners. Nan Huajun was able to rescue him. He was very grateful. How can Nan Huajun waste his Reiki?

Song Pingyong stopped, Nan Huajun said with a smile.

"You took care of Xi'er, I should have thanked you, what is this spiritual power?"

Xiao Xi, Aunt Song and the slaves are all outside the door. She did not know what was happening in the room.

Song Pingyong was a little confused, and said honestly: "Xi'er is my child, and Aunt Song and I take care of her, and it's just right."

After talking, Song Pingyong saw Nan Huajun smiling without a word, and he felt a sudden shock in his heart.

Does Nan Huajun know Song Xi?Have a great relationship with Song Xi?

Thinking of this, Song Pingyong's old face gradually turned red, and he was ashamed. Until Nanhua Jun finished his spiritual power, Song Pingyong couldn't help but ask.

"Nan Huajun, can you tell me, what is your relationship with Xi'er..."

"She is my sister."

Nan Huajun's eyes flashed tenderly, after so many years of searching, he finally found it. He was grateful to everyone who helped her, and would do his best to reward those who helped her.

Therefore, Nan Huajun is grateful to Song Pingyong. He also deserves this spiritual power.

of course……

As long as anyone dares to hurt Xiao Xi, he is an enemy of his Nan Huajun.

Nan Huajun finished, and turned around and went out. In the blink of an eye, three people at the door, six eyes, all fell upon him, with joy, restlessness, and calmness.

Calm is Nuer, and in his heart, he will only worry about Xiao Xi.

Nan Huajun's fine eyes only fell on Xiao Xi: "Your father is fine, you can get out of bed and walk tomorrow, living as usual."

Xiao Xi was delighted and pleasantly surprised. If it were not for men and women in this era, she would happily plunge into Nan Huajun's arms. This day's great joy was brought by him. Xiao Xi was excited and grateful.

Xiao Xi controlled it, and the fingers in his sleeves also trembled with joy, looking at him gratefully.

"Thank you, thank you for saving my husband, your kindness, our family will never forget..." Aunt Song was going to kneel down to Nan Huajun, he saved Song Pingyong's life, for her family , Is the god of heaven, this kneel, he can bear.

Nan Huajun raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted Aunt Song: "You don't have to be so serious, go and see your husband in the room!"

Nan Huajun's voice is really gentle, like a warm current, which can flow into people's hearts.

The Nan Huajun that Ms. Song met was such a gentle and godlike character that she later dissatisfied with the argument that Nan Huajun was cold.